Then I looked at the picture. And I looked at it again, and I thought, well, that’s not so bad. I showed it to my fried chicken-loving Southern husband, who looks at all my food pictures and says exactly the same thing: “That’s beautiful! It could be in a magazine!” He looked at this one said, “that’s nice, honey.” Uh-oh. Because my rule is, if I don’t have a nice picture of it, it doesn’t go up on the blog. I considered re-shooting it, but first I went online to look at other pictures of fried chicken, and realized that there has never been a nice picture of fried chicken taken in the history of the world. Well, maybe there are nice chicken leg pictures, but not chicken breasts, which is what I made. I felt vindicated. (and for all of you who know the existence of lovely fried chicken breast pictures, don’t tell me. This is my story and I am sticking to it.) So I resigned myself to no fried chicken blog post, which made me slightly sad because it was so GOOD, but I am resilient and I moved on…and then the emails started coming. Because yes, I had Twittered and Facebooked that I was making buttermilk fried chicken, and you guys wanted to know where the goods were. So I thought, I will be clever and take some sort of chicken picture. Surely I have something resembling a chicken in the house. And guess what, right there in my little kitchen studio, there was my hammered metal chicken pictured above. Bingo! All set for the post. Oh dear. I hadn’t realized. I have surrounded my poor unsuspecting family with chickens. At this point I decided to start NOT looking for any more chickens in my house, and just get on with the recipe posting. So for all of you who have been so patient, here is the recipe for Buttermilk Fried Chicken. I promise you it is worth the wait. And if you ever come to visit me, whatever you do, please don’t bring me a chicken. I obviously have poultry issues. I have no idea how this got into my kitchen. Cluck, cluck.
Oh wait — I also seem to have chicken salt and pepper shakers.
Um, and a giant bent iron chicken next to my fireplace.
Now, THIS one was a GIFT.
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Wonderful photographs… even if I am not a big fan of fried chicken. I am a Belgian, so we eat fried potatoes. And don't let anyone tell you about French fries, they are actually rooted in Belgium!
Pakje friet aub… Met mayonaise!